THEY THINK MY LOVER IS STRANGE ; MILEVEN ONESHOTS.

pink flowers.

dt ; pizzaaholiic
requested.

1990.

el.
when i was twelve, i met a boy in the woods.

he was with his two friends. it was late at night, and we happened to bump into each other while we were looking for something.

he was looking for his missing friend, i was looking for a place to go.

the rain came down hard that night, and when the boy shined his flashlight on my face, i was a soaking wet mess.

his eyes caught mine as soon as the flashlight found my face.

our eyes locked in a tight gaze, and the rain seemed to come to a halt. he looked confused, but his eyes were kind.

i felt something inside of me when our eyes met. at the time i didn't know what it was, but now i realize that the feeling was home.

i found home in a boy i met in the woods.

he took me in and hid me out from his parents, and did everything in his will power to keep me from harm.

he never once doubted me, never once treated me like a test subject.

the boy i met in the woods is michael wheeler, and in less than two hours, he will be my husband.

nancy walks into the wedding hall dressing room carrying a long, white bag.

ah, my dress is here.

"i'm not gonna say something ignorant like 'i can't believe you two are getting married' because i've always known you would, but it felt like just yesterday you two were sneaking cheek kisses during movies in the basement and holding hands under the dinner table," nancy says, holding the bag out to me.

i smile.

"he still holds my hand under the dinner table nance," i say, laughing.

"see, what did i tell you, practically still kids," nancy shakes her head.

right then, the door flings open.

"okay, i am so ready to get you ready. let's do this shit!"

oh, max.

i run up to her and embrace her.

"i'm so ready to get ready," i say.

joyce and karen walk out of the bathroom.

"okay, everything is all set out," says karen.

"come one, eleven, i'll get your make-up started," says nancy.

i hate make-up, but it's a wedding so i guess i'll have to deal.

joyce grabs my hand and leads me into the bathroom.

"now, let's get you ready for mike."

mike.
"god damn it dustin, move! let me tie it!"

i check my watch for the twelfth time in the last minute.